Darken thoughts cloud his mind,
Bloody tools feed his porcelain skin.
His tears have stained my hands and soul.
Each time,
It's harder to wipe them away,
And make the tears Cease to fall.
Wishing to take his pain,
Carry his heavy load.
But I am quite sure he would denie,
My tears are unknown to him.
For he will never know that my pain exist.
Because for him,
Worry is all,
He would gain.
The simple expectation failed, could tear him into fragile shards.
I wish nevertheless to shield him.
The smile that mask my emotions,
Will stay intact, as his is crumbling and leaking with salty tears.
My hope is that he will be alright.
But even with the stress and the ever frightful sights.
I would wish to make him feel happy even though,
He wants to feel numb.
But all I wish is for him to relive himself of the duty he has thrust upon himself.
For he has reached the max of responsibility.
And no one deserves the torment he puts himself through,
For the anxiety is cutting his skin.
And the pills are looping his head.
But the thoughts in his head,
Are worse then bloody knives.
All I wish to do is save his life one more time.
My wish to you,
Is to never be ashamed.... for I will think you the same.
